Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Darius stood in front of the door to Lyla's room. They had spent an evening of celebrating before the elf retired to her room. It took Darius a good 10 minutes before he decided to follow her. He needed to tell her how he felt. He needed to know if she felt the same way. He was scared of what might happen if she didn't. "Do you need anything?" Lyla asked as she opened the door. "A drink? A nightcap?"
"No, thank you for asking. I'm fine," he said as he squared his shoulders and stepped into the room. "I just needed to see you again..."
"Again?" she chuckled, closing the door behind him. "You just saw me."
"I-I know," he stuttered but became silent as he got a good look of her. She was wearing a simple nightshirt that did nothing to enhance her already beautiful figure. Her skin was flawless, as always. There were the scars that did nothing but enhance her beauty. They were a testament of her strength and power. Able to go through many battles and come out alive. Goodness she was amazing.
"Did you have something you wanted to talk about?" Lyla walked over and sat down on the bed, crossing her smooth legs, revealing that she was no wearing anything under the nightshirt. Her breasts were firm and high, the nipples pink, inviting. She was a vision.
Darius gazed at her for a few moments. His body reacted strongly to her presence. His palms grew sweaty. His chest expanded.He swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, I do. I... I... I love you, Lyla." His voice cracked as tears forced themselves to his eyes. "I always have and I always will." He sniffed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "You are my life. You are my everything."
She was in front of him within a moment, resting her hand on his cheek. She had seen him in battle. She had seen him fight dragons and trolls. She had fallen for him much earlier than he would realise.
Being fey, Lyla showed this through actions - she kissed him gently. Then more forcefully. And finally fiercely. As their tongues danced around each other's mouths, they made their way towards the bed. The kisses turned into caresses as hands moved underneath the covers and touched bare flesh. Their bodies melted into one another. Tenderness gave way to passion as they rolled onto their sides, his body crushing hers beneath him. His arm wrapped around her waist and his fingers traced patterns on her skin as he breathed in her scent.